Random I-Know-It’s-Not-Monday Monday

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• My friend Michelle at Applie’s Place interviewed me last week about the Best Pencil Sharpener Ever. Check it out.

• Jim had shoulder surgery last week, so I am now taking care of 2 kids and a big baby. Poor guy. Poor me. Mostly Poor Me. So that’s what I’ve been doing instead of blogging, in case all four of you who still read over here were wondering.

We bought a recliner for $157 at Big Cheap Furniture Store so he could be more comfortable when he sleeps. If you know me in real life, you know that I think recliners are maybe the ugliest piece of furniture ever invented and that I died a little when we brought it in the house.

He sat in the recliner for 14 minutes before deeming it “uncomfortable.”

And now I have a $157 recliner in my bedroom. Mocking me with it’s cheap ugliness.

• TLC debuted a new show last night about another polygamist family called My Five Wives.

I love the polygamy shows. I don’t know what my problem is. I can’t get enough. They never tell me what I really want to know, though. Like how do they divide up the money? What do they do for a living? Are the non-legal wives all on welfare?

Brad Pitt cut his hair! OhMyGosh! OhMyGosh! Oh….. who cares.

• So I was watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey the other night and one of the girls was “facing her fears.” And that got me to thinking

— Listen, don’t laugh. There are a lot of life lessons to be learned from The Real Housewives. Like that hair extensions mostly look like crap. And that injecting stuff in your face does not generally improve your looks. All kinds of good stuff. —

ANYway, I was thinking WHY do people feel compelled to face their fears? I am afraid of stuff, and I don’t see any reason to do anything about it. Like, I really hate roller coasters. They are scary. I don’t plan on going on one ever again, and I don’t see any reason to force myself to go on one. I HAVE gone on them, and all it’s done is reaffirm my desire to not do that. I mean, it’s not like avoiding roller coasters is interfering with living my life. Same with jumping out of airplanes. Not gonna do it. That’s just stupid (sorry, all you plane-jumper-outer-people, it is).

If I had a fear of raw hamburger, maybe I’d try to do something about it. Or maybe I’d just not cook with hamburger. Who knows? One time I saw a documentary on hamburger, and it put me off so bad, I didn’t cook with it for 2 years. We all survived. I made chili and spaghetti sauce with quinoa. Guess how much Jim loved that? (answer: I now make spaghetti sauce with hamburger.)

I don’t know what I’m carrying on about. Sorry. The point here is that all y’all need to a) watch Real Housewives with me, and b) stop worrying about facing your fears.

There you go. Life Lessons from Deb. I feel like I need some kind of Dr. Phil-ish catch phrase here.

Yeah. I got nothin’.

• Happy Monday Tuesday, y’all!

10 Responses to “Random I-Know-It’s-Not-Monday Monday”

  1. Nicole Boyhouse Says:

    I just can’t get into reality tv – my kids love that American Ninja Warrior thing and I try to get into it…but I can’t. Instead I watch shows that give me heart palpitations like Breaking Bad, or, on the other side of the spectrum, Jeopardy.
    Nicole Boyhouse´s last blog post ..It’s Great to be Eight!

  2. Emma Says:

    What type of shoulder surgery? I had surgery on one of mine in April and am still doing physical therapy for it. 🙁 Mine was a capsular plication (placation?), basically tightening up my joint.
    Emma´s last blog post ..Is this my home?

  3. Nan | wrathofmom.blogspot.ca Says:

    When I hear women talk/blog/write about polygamy having some benefits I want to smack them. Setting aside the fact that wives in polygamous communities have a much higher than average rates of using anti-depressants (can you blame them?), and there are higher than average rates of sexual abuse and incest (so many kids, so few adults to supervise them) with in those communities, I just wonder if these women have never had to deal with office politics. Because every job I ever held, the women in the office were backstabbing, passive aggressive bitches trying to curry favour with male bosses. I assume that’s what it’s like to live in a polygamous household. And yet. And yet. I find it fascinating to watch those shows. Because evidently I enjoy being angry. Or maybe I fear being in a polygamist marriage and I am facing my fears? Gah. Marrying a tray of ground beef would be less disgusting.
    Nan | wrathofmom.blogspot.ca´s last blog post ..In sickness and health.

  4. Kristy Says:

    Jumping out of an airplane was awesome! You don’t know what you are missing.

    And reality tv is just plain stupid.

  5. Alicia Says:

    Hey! I’m commenter #5! Which means way more than 4 people have been missing you! (;

  6. Kathy King Says:

    No kidding, I always assume an extended period without posting means you are busy LIVING LIFE! Missing reading you, too.

  7. Lisa Says:

    I refuse to read this on a Tuesday (actually cause of the time difference it’s Wednesday!) … I sat and sat and sat by the computer all day waiting for your “insightful musings” (OK that might be pushing it), only to be disappointed … oh so disappointed, when it didn’t arrive.

    By the way I do not watch such trash on TV, I spend my valuable time saving the world, being the perfect mother and wife and obviously LYING A LOT! Love yah … see you next week xxx
    Lisa´s last blog post ..Starting Harry Potter

  8. chocolatechic Says:

    Crap. I forgot that show was starting.

    I too, want to know..
    ~how do they divide the money
    ~if he ever says “not tonight” honey
    ~if the kids have a favorite mom that isn’t theirs

    trash tv watcher
    chocolatechic´s last blog post ..September 18

  9. Lurker #99 Says:

    I’m sorry for your man, his pain, and that his recliner is uncomfortable. My man had a whole body part replaced and he got a fancy recliner that has buttons and lifts him out of the seated position every so slowly and gently.

    Some fears have to be faced – like when I was 7 years old and I had two and only two options every night of my young tiny-bladdered life:
    –One- wet the bed and get a spanking or
    –Two- walk through the three ghostly apparitions that I was sure that I saw blocking my doorway every night

    As a little girl, I knew with certainty that spankings are real, they were offensive, and they hurt, so I chose the only logical course, which was the unknown, the blind leap – I had to walk through the specters. I reasoned with myself, I asked questions of myself: What could happen? It couldn’t be worse than a spanking, could it? Will they be angered? Will they chase me? Will I die? With no answers and with a guaranteed spanking looming in my future, again, I decided there was only one way to find out; I would have to face my fear – My Greatest Fear – and walk through the specters that haunted my doorway every night. That night after struggling with my choices, I walked through the trio of black robed specters … not to be continued.

  10. Julie McCune Says:

    You need a “Like” button on your blog entries. I’m always watching for your next post, but sometimes (ok, most of the time) by the time I get to do frivolous things like read my blogs, I’m too brain dead to come up with an intelligent comment. But I still want you to know that I read it and liked it. Sorry about the run on sentences and starting a sentence with BUT. As I mentioned before, I’m brain dead. Oh and “LIKE”!!